Silent Are the Dead (Flash Casey Mystery, Book 1) by George Harmon Coxe

Flash Casey snaps a photograph that holds the most important to a corrupt lawyer’s murder

Casey shouldn’t have needed to return for extra photographs of Stanford Endicott. He used to be on the court docket with the opposite newspaper photographers while the rich legal professional used to be arraigned, and acquired images of him smiling as he wear a hat to conceal his bald head. yet ahead of Casey can get the negatives built, a couple of urchins thieve his digital camera case and reveal the plates to the solar. At his editor’s orders, Casey visits Endicott’s workplace for one more around of pictures. the image he is taking there's altogether extra attention-grabbing: Stanford Endicott, lifeless on his place of work ground. Casey hears a legitimate within the subsequent room and is aware the assassin is shut. He supplies chase out front door, and takes an image simply because the killer drives away. without notice, Flash Casey has an even bigger tale than he bargained for.

Compelled out of the l. a. occasions amid the most recent finances cuts, newspaperman Jack McEvoy makes a decision to move out with a bang, utilizing his ultimate days on the paper to jot down the definitive homicide tale of his profession.

He makes a speciality of Alonzo Winslow, a 16-year-old drug broker in reformatory after confessing to a brutal homicide. yet as he delves into the tale, Jack realizes that Winslow's so-called confession is bogus. the child could really be innocent.

Jack is quickly working along with his greatest tale because the Poet made his profession years in the past. he's monitoring a killer who operates thoroughly lower than police radar--and with ideal wisdom of any movement opposed to him. together with Jack's.

Dr. Kay Scarpetta plunges into the murky depths of a boat graveyard to get better the very human is still of Ted Eddings, an investigative reporter. with her niece Lucy and police captain Pete Marino, Scarpetta will stick with the scents of dying and violence to the center of sinister darkness.

There's no police education more suitable than a cop's intuition. religion Mitchell's mom isn't answering her telephone. Her entrance door is open. There's a bloodstain above the knob. every little thing religion realized within the academy is going out the window while she fees into her mother's residence, gun drawn.

Malcolm Drake have been a service provider seaman yet he had a anxious breakdown and now he lives in his brother's condominium along with his sister-in-law and her sister, Virginia--and domineering Aunt Evie. whilst Aunt Evie drops useless at a celebration one night the rumors speedy unfold that he had anything to do with it.

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He pointed past the edge of the umbrella at the eaves of the mansion. If the wind comes too fast from the south, it whistles in the eaves. It can keep you awake nights.  The explanation should have quieted her nerves, but it did not. That cry seemed too filled with emotion to be made by something inanimate. Suddenly, she remembered things that she should have asked Richard. Why had he been late? Why did Catherine, the waitress, fear him so? What was this curse that Aunt Cora talked about and which he called a psychiatric problem"?

He was watching her over the rim of his cup as he sipped his coffee. Unexplainably, she remembered that he had opened her suitcases upon placing them in her room. She had still not been able to decide whether or not he had been snooping, whether such a gesture was only meant as a final courtesy. But this very direct gaze of his seemed to pry at her own eyes, to peel back her brain and seek for secrets. She didn't like that at all. �My room is wonderful, she said. I'm anxious to explore the grounds and do some riding.

Later that night, Cora came to Jenny's room. She was dressed in a lovely yellow lounging robe which contrasted with her dark beauty and her cultured dignity to make both those qualities even more evident. Jenny secretly hoped that, when she was Cora's age, she would look as feminine and sophisticated as her aunt. If I reach her age, she amended. And immediately, she wondered why she always had to have such negative thoughts. �I'd like to talk to you about Freya, Cora Brucker said. She sat on the edge of the bed.